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perhaps ...... it is time ... to edit this ayaka fic i forgot abt LMFAO

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OPERATION : ONI HEART ATTACK !

⌗ looks like you've captured arataki itto's heart !! what ... ? you have no idea !!?? what is he to do !!??

ʚ ͡ 💌 : @foodiegoogie ! thank you bff for giving me this wonderful idea <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> i think i may have gotten a bit carried away and my soft spot for itto is a bit too obvious, but ... oh well !

☆ requests are open ᵎᵎ

There are three things that will go down in Inazuma's history: the terrible Vision Hunt Decree, the infamous traveler’s battle with the Electro Archon, and The One and Oni’s Massively Huge Crush On You.

If they’re being honest, the citizens don’t quite know if they should consider you the luckiest of them all or pity the fact that you’ve (sadly) captured Arataki Itto’s heart. One of the words people would use to describe such a man like him is endearing. Well, you just have to look past his extensive criminal record, a list of offenses for the most ridiculous reasons, to realize that it’s just his … charm. Somehow. He’s quite endearing in his own way, and people tend to forgive him for that. Most of the time.

You’re a lot like him in many ways, except much softer and much much more a receiver of the most genuine of smiles that greet you every morning. Shouldering the chores of the elderly and baking sweets for the children has earned you the title of resident sweetheart, adored by many. And Itto, who can't be caught never by your side, has no idea that he has already won your neighbors’ approval for the “boyfriend spot” from the very start. Because everyone can agree that Arataki Itto is nothing but the epitome of kindness, and it surrounds him wherever he goes. So, it would be him and no one else.

Unfortunately, you're too much of a sweetheart. They can’t help but pity you sometimes because the other (and the first) word they would use to describe him is loud. Arataki Itto is as loud as his heart, and somehow, it doesn’t make you want to bang your head against the wall. They have no idea how you manage to keep up with the chaos he brings to your doorstep. You even encourage it, much to their displeasure, and it wouldn’t be a surprise to know if the nations outside Inazuma have heard of your blossoming love story.

But really, they pity the man himself more than anything; because even with Arataki Itto yelling at the top of his lungs about how you're the most beautiful human he's ever met in his entire life at the roof of Tenshukaku, you just won't get it. 

"This one's for you, (Y/N)!"

The sun has just begun to set when the sweet melody of a song from Mondstadt drifts along the gentle wind, and it’s almost beautiful — until the singer starts to trail off and stutter with his words, miserably failing to save himself by reading off a piece of paper.

Everyone sighs (affectionately).

You step out to your porch, drawn by the harmony of the instruments that make up for the questionable vocals. Owner of said vocals completely loses the tune when he catches the sight of you, raising his arms above his head and flailing them wildly as if he hasn’t seen you in years (he just helped you with your groceries this morning).

Half the population of Inazuma has collectively decided to support “Operation: Oni Heart Attack” because of this little predicament. Yes, it sounds lame, childish, and stupid—and it is—but consider how dedicated Itto has become since they successfully convinced him that No ... (Y/N) isn't dating you, boss.

“Weren’t we about to kiss last night?”

“You were too busy staring at them because they had sauce on their cheek. You couldn't even wipe it off.”

“And?”

Operation: Oni Heart Attack it is! 

Plan A: woo you into jumping into his big (note: beefy) arms by serenading you with the cheesiest love song known to man. That’s the most swoon-worthy thing a guy could ever do for their (soon to be) lover, right? It’s impossible you wouldn’t kiss him then! He isn’t one to brag — being the humblest guy there is — but who can resist his sweet charming sexy voice?

Don’t get the Arataki Gang wrong! They love the man as if he were their own blood, but even that bond isn't strong enough to keep them from wincing and wanting to rip their ears off. Shouldn't it be enough that they applauded him as if their lives depended on it after his week or two of practice? He doesn’t sound like he’s singing. At all. But who has the guts to tell him that?

And for some reason, you don’t know that either. Or you could just be trying to spare Itto’s feelings. But you’re humming along to the lyre being played by the guy beside him with a smile that reaches your eyes with no hints of amusement or pity or anything that would make him ashamed. You’re treating them like they’re Mondstadt bards, not someone who’s serenading you to win your heart.

“Oh wow, Itto! I didn’t know you could sing!”

"The one and oni can do anything! Want another one?"

No, you didn't jump into his big beefy arms. Instead, you spent at least two hours complimenting his voice so, of course, he'd put on one show after another. The people of Inazuma now feel pity for themselves.

(Itto forgot why they were there in the first place. Both of you even started dancing in the middle of the street like maniacs, but oh well, it’s endearing.)

Okay, so plan A didn’t exactly work out as expected. But at least Itto got to serenade you like those charming male leads in the romance novels everyone’s been reading, so there’s no way you didn’t find it a little romantic yourself.

“But boss, you’re still not dating.”

“What did I teach you boys about lying?”

Enter Plan B!

"I'm sooo bored," he whines into your ears, as he always does. "I have nothing to do and everything is getting boring....if only there was someone out there who would go to the festival with me....ooooh, but the gang are all sooo busy......"

“Oh! I’ll come with you!”

Mikawa Flower Festival, proudly managed by the great Arataki Itto, is something you never expected to see. No one knows how he did it, but the lively booths with their games and food and music with the heart of the yokai at the center of it all show the dedication and respect Itto poured into it. Everyone appears to be having the time of their lives, and you couldn’t be any prouder.

Sadly, you can’t quite see the dedication he has for you.

“This one wasn’t so easy to set up but,” he crosses his arms across his chest, looking down at the children playing with the balloons floating on a pool of water, “you know me.”

He means he spent at least an hour blowing air into those balloons without the help of anyone because he’s great like that (an hour because he kept blowing them a little too big but you get it).

Plan B: hold your tiny human hand … which he has done several times when he drags you around Inazuma in search of onikabuto beetles. But apparently, people prefer fingers intertwining with each other nowadays because it has a higher chance of making the other person kiss you or something. Probably. What does the gang know?

They know that you’re running around the place, clapping your hands for kids winning a stuffed toy or a piece of candy, and pointing your finger at the nth snack that catches your eye. They know that normally, their boss would be the one acting like a hyperactive child while you follow around to make sure he doesn’t trip on air. They know that watching The Great Arataki Itto trying so so hard to just hold your hand is depressing because wow, when did he become so patient?

“Let’s go there next — wait, what is that?”

As if on cue, the Arataki Gang groans and curses in the background. 

This is just sad.

Somehow, being loud and annoying isn’t enough for you to see his undying (it’s starting to get pathetic) love — but if there’s one thing Itto is good at, it’s onikabuto battles.

“O-Oh…that’s the trick, my sweet (Y/N),” he flashes you a wavering grin right after witnessing his beloved onikabuto get absolutely annihilated by his opponent (a twelve-year-old boy). “You have to pretend you’re all weak and helpless to catch them off guard at the last second.”

Good at losing, that is.

Plan C! Show you his super sweet beetle trainer skills so you can finally jump into his big (beefy) arms and tell him he’s the greatest oni in the world.

(Yes, they haven’t given up on the whole jumping thing.)

“Come on, you can take ‘em, little guy!”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that the beetle you helped select doesn’t really seem like that good of a fighter. It’s not even trying to fight, actually.

“...I think it’s gonna win—”

Alas, the opponent’s beetle flips Itto’s at its back, who screams right in your ear as if it died a horrible death. “No!” he drops to his knees to the beetle struggling on the ground, “my little nimble ninja!”

When the Arataki Gang eagerly asked him later that day if he finally made you jump, Itto could only tilt his head in confusion. Because 1.) he was admittedly blinded by the thought of victory and therefore, forgetting once again the reason for his battles and 2.) he admittedly almost jumped into your arms when you effortlessly won the next battle just to save his honor. 

Who would have seen it coming? About the Arataki Gang having enough of their boss’ silliness and finally ceasing all “Operation: Oni Heart Attack” plans?

Itto thinks nothing would really change, anyway.

Sure, you might still be clueless despite him calling you disgustingly sweet pet names normal friends definitely don’t call each other, or him carrying you on his back while also carrying your bags of groceries when you complained about your feet hurting, or giving you large bouquets of poorly arranged flowers that he and the gang picked from the forest just because he felt like it, or when he—

Woah, he gets what they're all saying now. 

But really, does it matter? He thinks it's cute how devastatingly oblivious you are, and he thinks your puzzled little looks and your amused little giggles every time the Arataki Gang howls whenever you merely brush against his skin make you even more endearing. It does something to his chest, and he's more than content with it.

You're rambling and rambling about this game you learned from the neighborhood kids that Itto doesn't understand a thing about, flailing your arms around as you laugh in apology for hitting him twice in the face. You don’t look sorry enough, but it’s not like he felt it, anyway. But his laughter that could silence all the noise in the world doesn’t come, because why would he want to disturb your own that could rival his? Arataki Itto thinks that all of this is enough. 

He wants to listen, really, he does; he swears he will the next time. But for now, he can only watch your eyes sparkle in delight and your skin glow in the setting sun you're in love with. And all of it is enough. So, does it really matter if you knew? 

But then you stop, turning to look at him when you notice he’s gone awfully quiet. You could almost gasp in horror when you realize that the word quiet definitely isn’t something Arataki Itto is familiar with. So you raise your brow, hands dropping to your sides, nearly placing your palm on his forehead to check if he’s still capable of breathing.

Huh. He looks different, you think. Has he always looked at you this way? It feels a little bit personal — like something you’re forbidden to see. But you can’t look away, not right now, not when he’s unveiling something in front of you. Not when the flashing smile that lit up his face had softened and gradually spread into his features. Not when the eager eyes with the vivid intensity now held a quiet sentiment in them. It's light and gentle — everything Arataki Itto has always been.

“I’m listening,” Itto is mumbling, with his chin resting on his palm, and looking at you in a way you’ve never seen before (like some lovesick fool … Oh my, you’re finally realizing it all).

Has he always looked this beautiful?

And that’s when you start to stutter for the very first time.

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OPERATION : ONI HEART ATTACK !

⌗ looks like you've captured arataki itto's heart !! what ... ? you have no idea !!?? what is he to do !!??

ʚ ͡ 💌 : @foodiegoogie ! thank you bff for giving me this wonderful idea <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> i think i may have gotten a bit carried away and my soft spot for itto is a bit too obvious, but ... oh well !

☆ requests are open ᵎᵎ

There are three things that will go down in Inazuma's history: the terrible Vision Hunt Decree, the infamous traveler’s battle with the Electro Archon, and The One and Oni’s Massively Huge Crush On You.

If they’re being honest, the citizens don’t quite know if they should consider you the luckiest of them all or pity the fact that you’ve (sadly) captured Arataki Itto’s heart. One of the words people would use to describe such a man like him is endearing. Well, you just have to look past his extensive criminal record, a list of offenses for the most ridiculous reasons, to realize that it’s just his … charm. Somehow. He’s quite endearing in his own way, and people tend to forgive him for that. Most of the time.

You’re a lot like him in many ways, except much softer and much much more a receiver of the most genuine of smiles that greet you every morning. Shouldering the chores of the elderly and baking sweets for the children has earned you the title of resident sweetheart, adored by many. And Itto, who can't be caught never by your side, has no idea that he has already won your neighbors’ approval for the “boyfriend spot” from the very start. Because everyone can agree that Arataki Itto is nothing but the epitome of kindness, and it surrounds him wherever he goes. So, it would be him and no one else.

Unfortunately, you're too much of a sweetheart. They can’t help but pity you sometimes because the other (and the first) word they would use to describe him is loud. Arataki Itto is as loud as his heart, and somehow, it doesn’t make you want to bang your head against the wall. They have no idea how you manage to keep up with the chaos he brings to your doorstep. You even encourage it, much to their displeasure, and it wouldn’t be a surprise to know if the nations outside Inazuma have heard of your blossoming love story.

But really, they pity the man himself more than anything; because even with Arataki Itto yelling at the top of his lungs about how you're the most beautiful human he's ever met in his entire life at the roof of Tenshukaku, you just won't get it. 

"This one's for you, (Y/N)!"

The sun has just begun to set when the sweet melody of a song from Mondstadt drifts along the gentle wind, and it’s almost beautiful — until the singer starts to trail off and stutter with his words, miserably failing to save himself by reading off a piece of paper.

Everyone sighs (affectionately).

You step out to your porch, drawn by the harmony of the instruments that make up for the questionable vocals. Owner of said vocals completely loses the tune when he catches the sight of you, raising his arms above his head and flailing them wildly as if he hasn’t seen you in years (he just helped you with your groceries this morning).

Half the population of Inazuma has collectively decided to support “Operation: Oni Heart Attack” because of this little predicament. Yes, it sounds lame, childish, and stupid—and it is—but consider how dedicated Itto has become since they successfully convinced him that No ... (Y/N) isn't dating you, boss.

“Weren’t we about to kiss last night?”

“You were too busy staring at them because they had sauce on their cheek. You couldn't even wipe it off.”

“And?”

Operation: Oni Heart Attack it is! 

Plan A: woo you into jumping into his big (note: beefy) arms by serenading you with the cheesiest love song known to man. That’s the most swoon-worthy thing a guy could ever do for their (soon to be) lover, right? It’s impossible you wouldn’t kiss him then! He isn’t one to brag — being the humblest guy there is — but who can resist his sweet charming sexy voice?

Don’t get the Arataki Gang wrong! They love the man as if he were their own blood, but even that bond isn't strong enough to keep them from wincing and wanting to rip their ears off. Shouldn't it be enough that they applauded him as if their lives depended on it after his week or two of practice? He doesn’t sound like he’s singing. At all. But who has the guts to tell him that?

And for some reason, you don’t know that either. Or you could just be trying to spare Itto’s feelings. But you’re humming along to the lyre being played by the guy beside him with a smile that reaches your eyes with no hints of amusement or pity or anything that would make him ashamed. You’re treating them like they’re Mondstadt bards, not someone who’s serenading you to win your heart.

“Oh wow, Itto! I didn’t know you could sing!”

"The one and oni can do anything! Want another one?"

No, you didn't jump into his big beefy arms. Instead, you spent at least two hours complimenting his voice so, of course, he'd put on one show after another. The people of Inazuma now feel pity for themselves.

(Itto forgot why they were there in the first place. Both of you even started dancing in the middle of the street like maniacs, but oh well, it’s endearing.)

Okay, so plan A didn’t exactly work out as expected. But at least Itto got to serenade you like those charming male leads in the romance novels everyone’s been reading, so there’s no way you didn’t find it a little romantic yourself.

“But boss, you’re still not dating.”

“What did I teach you boys about lying?”

Enter Plan B!

"I'm sooo bored," he whines into your ears, as he always does. "I have nothing to do and everything is getting boring....if only there was someone out there who would go to the festival with me....ooooh, but the gang are all sooo busy......"

“Oh! I’ll come with you!”

Mikawa Flower Festival, proudly managed by the great Arataki Itto, is something you never expected to see. No one knows how he did it, but the lively booths with their games and food and music with the heart of the yokai at the center of it all show the dedication and respect Itto poured into it. Everyone appears to be having the time of their lives, and you couldn’t be any prouder.

Sadly, you can’t quite see the dedication he has for you.

“This one wasn’t so easy to set up but,” he crosses his arms across his chest, looking down at the children playing with the balloons floating on a pool of water, “you know me.”

He means he spent at least an hour blowing air into those balloons without the help of anyone because he’s great like that (an hour because he kept blowing them a little too big but you get it).

Plan B: hold your tiny human hand … which he has done several times when he drags you around Inazuma in search of onikabuto beetles. But apparently, people prefer fingers intertwining with each other nowadays because it has a higher chance of making the other person kiss you or something. Probably. What does the gang know?

They know that you’re running around the place, clapping your hands for kids winning a stuffed toy or a piece of candy, and pointing your finger at the nth snack that catches your eye. They know that normally, their boss would be the one acting like a hyperactive child while you follow around to make sure he doesn’t trip on air. They know that watching The Great Arataki Itto trying so so hard to just hold your hand is depressing because wow, when did he become so patient?

“Let’s go there next — wait, what is that?”

As if on cue, the Arataki Gang groans and curses in the background. 

This is just sad.

Somehow, being loud and annoying isn’t enough for you to see his undying (it’s starting to get pathetic) love — but if there’s one thing Itto is good at, it’s onikabuto battles.

“O-Oh…that’s the trick, my sweet (Y/N),” he flashes you a wavering grin right after witnessing his beloved onikabuto get absolutely annihilated by his opponent (a twelve-year-old boy). “You have to pretend you’re all weak and helpless to catch them off guard at the last second.”

Good at losing, that is.

Plan C! Show you his super sweet beetle trainer skills so you can finally jump into his big (beefy) arms and tell him he’s the greatest oni in the world.

(Yes, they haven’t given up on the whole jumping thing.)

“Come on, you can take ‘em, little guy!”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that the beetle you helped select doesn’t really seem like that good of a fighter. It’s not even trying to fight, actually.

“...I think it’s gonna win—”

Alas, the opponent’s beetle flips Itto’s at its back, who screams right in your ear as if it died a horrible death. “No!” he drops to his knees to the beetle struggling on the ground, “my little nimble ninja!”

When the Arataki Gang eagerly asked him later that day if he finally made you jump, Itto could only tilt his head in confusion. Because 1.) he was admittedly blinded by the thought of victory and therefore, forgetting once again the reason for his battles and 2.) he admittedly almost jumped into your arms when you effortlessly won the next battle just to save his honor. 

Who would have seen it coming? About the Arataki Gang having enough of their boss’ silliness and finally ceasing all “Operation: Oni Heart Attack” plans?

Itto thinks nothing would really change, anyway.

Sure, you might still be clueless despite him calling you disgustingly sweet pet names normal friends definitely don’t call each other, or him carrying you on his back while also carrying your bags of groceries when you complained about your feet hurting, or giving you large bouquets of poorly arranged flowers that he and the gang picked from the forest just because he felt like it, or when he—

Woah, he gets what they're all saying now. 

But really, does it matter? He thinks it's cute how devastatingly oblivious you are, and he thinks your puzzled little looks and your amused little giggles every time the Arataki Gang howls whenever you merely brush against his skin make you even more endearing. It does something to his chest, and he's more than content with it.

You're rambling and rambling about this game you learned from the neighborhood kids that Itto doesn't understand a thing about, flailing your arms around as you laugh in apology for hitting him twice in the face. You don’t look sorry enough, but it’s not like he felt it, anyway. But his laughter that could silence all the noise in the world doesn’t come, because why would he want to disturb your own that could rival his? Arataki Itto thinks that all of this is enough. 

He wants to listen, really, he does; he swears he will the next time. But for now, he can only watch your eyes sparkle in delight and your skin glow in the setting sun you're in love with. And all of it is enough. So, does it really matter if you knew? 

But then you stop, turning to look at him when you notice he’s gone awfully quiet. You could almost gasp in horror when you realize that the word quiet definitely isn’t something Arataki Itto is familiar with. So you raise your brow, hands dropping to your sides, nearly placing your palm on his forehead to check if he’s still capable of breathing.

Huh. He looks different, you think. Has he always looked at you this way? It feels a little bit personal — like something you’re forbidden to see. But you can’t look away, not right now, not when he’s unveiling something in front of you. Not when the flashing smile that lit up his face had softened and gradually spread into his features. Not when the eager eyes with the vivid intensity now held a quiet sentiment in them. It's light and gentle — everything Arataki Itto has always been.

“I’m listening,” Itto is mumbling, with his chin resting on his palm, and looking at you in a way you’ve never seen before (like some lovesick fool … Oh my, you’re finally realizing it all).

Has he always looked this beautiful?

And that’s when you start to stutter for the very first time.

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lost in the woods (of your vast beauty)

woah, this is my first piece of writing on tumblr,,,,, whaaaaaat

anywhooo, to whoever comes across this, i hope you have a blast reading this! i had a blast writing it :>

TW: nothing heavy, there is a presence of water and fish tho

also, this was supposed to be set in the forest but uh,,, idk what happened LOL <3 happy reading!

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Kaedahara Kazuha is great with words. No, scratch that – he's excellent with words. Actually, no, he's amazing with words. He's eloquent. Hearing him speak is almost identical to the sound of birds singing to you in the morning as rays of sunlight step into your room.

His voice is undeniably gentle. It is an audible representation of leaves gracefully drifting through the wind. Long story short, being with Kaedehara Kazuha guarantees a moment of peace and tranquility.

Of course, Kazuha, himself, knows this: he starts to speak at some point, not minding the way he tells his stories and forgets to think about anything else. In fact, he often reminds himself to speak as simple and understandable as he can while he's telling stories. But most of the time, he's off rambling to his heart's content about nature or anything else of his interest to certain people he's with.

To recap: Kaedehara Kazuha is an absolute pro when it comes to speaking, yes? So… why is it that whenever he's with you, he gets a little tongue-tied?

"Kazu?" You call him by the nickname you came up with (that he grew to be fond of as you used it over the years), "You still with me?"

"Huh?" Kazuha blinks a few times before registering the intensity of your curious and slightly concerned gaze on him. Oh shit, I must have done it again. "Uh, yeah. Still here."

"Oh, good! I thought I lost you," You chuckle awkwardly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Kazuha thinks you did lose him. Somewhere in your beautiful eyes or your blinding smile or your pleasantly deafening laugh.

He can't even bring himself to utter a whole sentence in front of you, especially not with you looking so graceful and pretty in the sunlight. He's very much thankful that you both chose fishing as your bonding activity for the time, because he has the sounds of the water rippling and splashing to keep him sane; the same goes for the fishing part.

"As I was saying, I really don't know why Xiangling thinks I'm a bad cook. I mean, I'm not the best - that's for sure. But like… I am pretty decent," You nod to yourself as you say these words, almost even convincing yourself that you are, in fact, decent in the kitchen. This lasted for less than a minute until you remembered that you were with the most observant person you knew in Teyvat.

"I am a pretty decent cook, right, Kazuha?"

"Yeah, you're pretty."

"...What?"

Kazuha wanted to use his elemental powers to fly far, far away from embarrassing himself at this moment.

"Decent. Pretty decent."

You nodded and said thanks to his confirmation, and then you were off again on another rant, talking animatedly with hand gestures and all. Kazuha could (and would) spend a whole day listening to you, basking in the warmth of your presence, and he couldn't have imagined a better way to spend his day.

What he thought was mere admiration for someone like you, who he has spent so much of his life with so far, turned into this immense feeling of affection and endearment for you. It scared him, at first, when he realized the weight of his feelings. He could have just been confusing one emotion with another. But there was no mistaking the way his stomach feels weird when he locks eyes with you, or the way his heart beats a little faster when you smile at him. There was nothing to have second thoughts about when Kazuha finds himself to be lost in the woods of your vast beauty - and as a wanderer, that frustrates him a bit because it happens more often than he'd like to admit.

"Well, that's enough about me." You say to him after pausing for a while. "What about you, Kazu? Anything interesting happened to you lately on your adventures?"

The man in question feels the corners of his mouth slip into a frown (he hadn't even realized that he was smiling in the first place). Kazuha didn't really feel like he could tell you anything interesting at the moment. Hell, he's pretty interested in you now, would that count as a topic of conversation?

Kazuha began to open his mouth to say something after pondering for a while, but then you directed your attention to your makeshift fishing rod.

"I think I caught something!"

"May the Archons bless us with at least a Pufferfish for lunch."

"Shut up, Kazuha!"

"Gladly." He didn't actually say this to you. But Kazuha did, indeed, gladly shut up for you. He watches you struggle to reel in whatever was caught on your fishing rod with a fond smile on his face, wishing he could help you instead of just standing around like a lovesick fool.

The lovesick fool snaps out of his train of thought by the slightly concerning sounds you were suddenly making. Kazuha started towards you, arms spread out slightly in case you needed an emergency landing (he's half hoping you will need it because of obvious reasons).

"I got it! It's a–"

Your eyes squint to try and see what was hanging on the end of your fishing rod. Down goes the last of your hope to see the look on Kazuha's face when you show off your fishing skills and your expected catch for the day… which is apparently a broken piece of wood.

"Hey, don't sulk now, sunshine. I haven't had my turn with the fishing rod yet, anyway." Kazuha attempts to comfort your defeated self, feeling like a hole was carved out of his chest after seeing you so disheartened like a wilted flower - all droopy and sad. He gently takes the rod from your hands, letting his own linger a little bit longer on yours when they meet.

The rest of the day is spent like this: Kazuha gets great catches when he has the fishing rod, and you get a few ones with the remaining amount of hope within you - even then, it's to you he gives praise and admiration, not to himself and his own catches. You return the compliments though, showering him with all the good adjectives you know and taking pride in the way his cheeks look a little red right after.

But for Kazuha, the rest of the day is spent like this: He takes all the time in the world with breathing you in. He looks at you as if you're the most fascinating being to ever exist within the vast world of Teyvat. He notices each and every little thing about you like he hasn't known them all already by heart. All the while, he doesn't say a thing as he does all these things.

Because that's Kaedehara Kazuha's way. Sometimes, no words are needed to be said. Besides, 'actions speak louder than words.' On that note, peace will always be at the heart of his actions. It will always be what he will fight for and stand for.

As they all say, "beautiful things don't ask for attention." Well, it's true that they don't, but Kazuha is willing to pour every last drop of his attention on you, even if it means embarrassing himself because he suddenly can't quite find the right words to say. I guess that's the price you pay for getting lost.

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HIIIII THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR INTO THE DRABBLE o(*￣▽￣*)ブ pls feel free to comment/reblog and tell me what u think abt this one <3 also tagging @ittodori … this one's for you! (shoots ball)

[ittodori]

crazy im alive ! hiiiii 🤞🤞🤞

[ittodori]

wait okay oh my god requests are OPEEENNN please send some my brain is very small the only thing im thinking abt is angsty puppet scaramouche please save me from my misery

should i take requests im like. Really bored

[ittodori]

should i take requests im like. Really bored

[ittodori]

YOU'RE HERE, THAT'S THE THING.

⌗ you're in love with scaramouche, and you think he is too. (modern au)

inspired by beabadoobee's song w the same title <3 i hope that'll somehow explain what this is ...

if you didn't know any better, you would think that scaramouche hates you — absolutely and utterly despises you, even.

it might seem a bit dramatic, but he hasn't exactly been acting like a pleasant person to be around. with the way he talks down on you as if he’s untouchable, the way he scoffs and frowns at every little thing you do, and the way he never misses the chance to mock you; you don't have to think long and hard about the fact that you’ve become the unfortunate target for his strange and bitter feelings, but you suppose that it has always been just a part of him.

(because not once has he ever made a fool of you in front of anyone. the childish banter that could go on for ages is something you deem sacred because he allows himself to laugh, and you’re the only witness to how his hair bounces every time.)

you almost believed his little act; but the thought of detaching yourself from this boy whose goal is to make your life miserable is disheartening, funnily enough. because if you’re being honest, you’re a little bit in love with him — and you probably should be hurt a lot more with the way he treats you, but sometimes, when it’s just the two of you basking in each other’s silence after he’s done making comments about how you fell asleep in class and you’ve rolled your eyes for the nth time that afternoon, there’s this tension that makes your heart thump against your chest. it’s never been awkward nor hurtful, it’s always been comfortable.

(in those moments, you truly feel like a teenager in love. 

you’re certain scaramouche could feel it too.)

"if you weren't so forgetful, you would be sleeping by now."

he takes your wrist in a way that contrasts with the tone of his voice that you almost laugh. then, he pulls you to his side as gently as he could, under the tiny umbrella and the absence of space between you, and your heart is about to lurch out of your throat again. 

"wait," he turns to you with a sneer, "you did this on purpose."

you pull your arm away, shooting him a look of disbelief because how dare he accuse you of such a thing! scaramouche only returns it much nastier than you ever could, and you hope he thinks your flushed face is because you want to punch him, not because you have your own umbrella hiding in your bag.

"why do you always have to make it sound like i'm obsessed with you?"

"isn't that what you told me? i'm simply reminding you of your..." there it is again, that condescending smirk you could never get out of your head. “...foolishness.”

grunting, you walk a little faster despite the rain immediately seeping through your clothes because my god, you really truly badly want to disappear. or choke him. or choke him then disappear. or tell him that his smirk is incredibly charming. 

you would rather die, actually.

he rolls his eyes from behind, and you know because you could practically hear it, as he takes rapid steps to catch up to you. the umbrella is shoved above your head, and you forget how to breathe again.

you don't know what came over you that day when you told him of your not-so-strange and bitter feelings, and how you like him more than normal classmates should in the same way you talk about homework. it's not like you were expecting him to return the sentiment, not at all, but the atmosphere with scaramouche somehow turns you into this honest mess. so before you could even think of the consequences, your mouth already blurted out the jumble of thoughts you’ve desperately tried to make sense of.

he didn’t comment on that mess back then, only staring at you with a particular glint in his eyes as if he was analyzing your very being and trying to dissect your soul. you learned that you prefer it much more when he’s taunting you, so you sat there, flipping through your notes to hide the tremble in your hands. his gaze on them was the only thing you could feel, but not once did he point it out.

looking back on it now, you think that was the exact moment when something changed in your relationship. that's when all of this — whatever this is, exactly — started. 

your fingers aren't enough to count the times he dramatically claimed that you're not a ‘thing’. just because he asked if you slept enough last night isn’t something you shouldn’t be hung up on (hah, you look gross, he says, but he doesn’t tell on you to the teacher when you doze off in the middle of class). even after doing the most mundane of things like lending you a pencil during tests or the most heartfelt of moments when he carried you on his back to the nurse's office when you merely scraped your knee; he’s always babbling about how you owe him and how you probably fell deeper in love and now he’s annoyed because he doesn’t want to deal with your so-called heart eyes.

he’s insufferable, really.

yet,

"sorry."

you blink, freezing in your steps. “sorry?”

he sighs deeply, as if he has never said that before in his life. for a moment, you believe he hasn’t. “for–” he turns his head away, effectively avoiding your curious eyes with his voice softer than usual– “calling it foolish.”

despite the many times scaramouche refuses to look at you, he can never truly hide the slight tint of pink rising from his neck to his ears. you don’t know if he’s aware that it’s there in the first place. or if he’s aware of the umbrella tilted more toward you. or if he’s aware that the unforgiving rain has soaked his shoulder. or if he’s aware that he even said the word sorry for the first time since you met.

your fingers twitch to reach out for his own that are curled around the handle of the umbrella, and you almost mention the furrow of his brows and the slight pout of his lips and his drenched uniform. you almost tell him he’s not wrong; that perhaps, you’re a little bit obsessed with that small gesture, and the small gestures before that, and the tiny tiny gestures before that.

he still doesn’t spare you a glance, simply starting to walk again, all traces of emotion entirely wiped from his face. you almost think you’re back to where you started, but then you catch a glimpse of the pink in his ears and you let him hear the laugh under your breath.

huddled under his umbrella, you continue to walk alongside scaramouche. no words are exchanged, but the corners of your lips lift upwards with each step you take.

(and you notice he’s doing the same, but you don’t point it out.)

[ittodori]

gonna post a silly scara fic soon (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠)

[ittodori]

THANKKK YEWWWWW 😣😣😣💪💪 I CAANN DO IT (REAL) (NOT FAKE)

finals tmrw hope i dont cry or smth

[ittodori]

finals tmrw hope i dont cry or smth

[ittodori]

good morning today i am thinking about scaramouche and scaramouche only

catch me if you can.

PAIRING: the wanderer x reader

GENRE: fluff! how it feels to fall for him (quite literally lol)

TW/CW: no graphic content! contains a chase scene + mildly morbid descriptions thanks to salted mushroom man

A/N: this was supposed to be a part of a bunch of other self-indulgent drabbles (including childe and heizou my beloveds,,,) but I've been so busy with irl stuff that I didn't have the energy to write all of them :< so now bongo-head over here has the limelight LOL let's enjoy ourselves to the max scaranation

"Over there! In that alleyway!"

The breath in your lungs rasped uncomfortably as you ran uphill, the treacherous twists and turns of the city winding like a labyrinth before you. There was little room for light in the back-alleys, save for a faint smudge of light in the distance; you willed your feet to move towards that light, pounding against the stone in one last push for freedom—

You burst into daylight and gasped, barely avoiding pitching head-first over the railing at the last moment; the alleyway lead to a gorgeous view of the city below, with a wide spread of coloured roofs that meant almost certain death if you tried making your escape that way.

"You won't get away!" Behind you, the leader of your pursuers snarled, drawing his sword as he stepped closer. The glint in his eyes was nowhere near friendly, and talking things out didn't seem to be an option for he and his crew.

Oh well... Looks like you had no other choice.

You closed your eyes and launched yourself off the railing in one foolish, death-defying leap, and all the world became nothing but pure wind beneath your fingertips.

SWOOSH!

A familiar scent of lotuses and lightning fills your senses, and what was nothing but cold air in your hands has become something warm and soft— you didn't need to open your eyes to know who your saviour is.

"You idiot," He hisses, but in that moment you're too giddy to care. A wild, breathless laugh escapes from your lips as you threw your arms around his neck, clinging on for dear life.

"Do you know how dangerous that stunt was?! You could've fallen straight to your death and they would have had to mop bits of you off the ground!"

"But I didn't!" You singsong, screaming to the winds with all your heart. "You caught me, and that's all that matters! I can only jump like this because I know you'll always be there to catch me!"

The Wanderer says nothing, for he doesn't need to; he speaks in the way his hands tighten their grip on your waist, the slight pressure as he brings you closer to rest in the curve of his shoulder. The clouds fly past in the blink of an eye, but not even the softest of sky-fleece can tempt you to reach for them— not when your arms hold something far more precious, far dearer to your heart than anything else.

[ittodori]

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i love you MWAH MWAH MWAH (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[ittodori]

SOBS i got my watch back today and i wanna kiss the person who was cleaning where i left it and gave it back 😍😍

lost 500 pesos last week (u can basically buy 2 welkins w that LOL) and today i lost my mothers very special watch cuz we played volleyball at school :""")

[ittodori]

im so stressed LMFAOO i pray for the downfall on whoever took it GRRRR >:(

lost 500 pesos last week (u can basically buy 2 welkins w that LOL) and today i lost my mothers very special watch cuz we played volleyball at school :""")